‘In here, in the bathroom.’ Louise appeared in the doorway. ‘I tried knocking.’ ‘Sorry, couldn’t hear you from here.’ Georgie was sitting on the floor between the toilet and the shower recess, her back against the wall, resting her head against the cistern. ‘You’re still throwing up?’ ‘No, I’m thinking about taking up plumbing, so I’m acclimatising.’ Louise put her hands on her hips. ‘Sarcasm a side effect of the illness, is it?’ ‘Sorry,’ said Georgie, smoothing the hair back off her forehead. ‘I’m just in a bad mood.’ ‘I can understand that.’ Louise crouched down to Georgie’s level, frowning at her. ‘Have you got a temperature?’ ‘I don’t think so. I feel flushed when the nausea hits.’ ‘What about the rest of the time?’ She shrugged. ‘It comes and goes in waves. Sometimes I even feel hungry, but if I eat anything my stomach says, you’ve got to be kidding, I’m not having that in here. And up she blows.’ Louise grimaced.
